Well, 2024, here we are. You and me, having this awkward goodbye where I can’t decide if I want to give you a high-five or slam the door on you. what a whirlwind you’ve been. You weren’t the dream year I had envisioned. Honestly, 70% of my expectations didn’t come close to reality. Did you fail me, or did I fail you? I’m still not sure, but you know what? Let’s not dwell on the grading curve. Today, you deserve a little love for the highs and lows, the heartbreaks and the healing, the magic and the mess. Let’s unpack, shall we?

The Fitness Rollercoaster (AKA: My 60% Success Story)

So let’s talk about fitness, shall we? You gave me hope, 2024. You dangled the promise of toned arms and a healthier me like a carrot on a stick. My pedometer told me I hit 60% of my goal. SIXTY PERCENT. That’s basically a D-minus, but hey, I’m rounding it up to a solid B in life credits because trying counts, right?

You also taught me that fitness is more than numbers. It’s about showing up for myself—on the treadmill, in the mirror, and in my soul. So even if I didn’t crush every goal, I’m proud of every step I took.

My First Awe Moment: Dubai

The first time I stepped off that plane and into Dubai’s shimmering, sun-drenched world, I was floored. The city was like something out of a dream—skyscrapers piercing the clouds, golden deserts stretching forever, and a vibe that screamed limitless possibilities.

Standing by the Burj Khalifa, I felt small but powerful, like a tiny piece of something immense and extraordinary. The beauty of Dubai didn’t just capture me; it redefined me. It was my first international trip, my first taste of a world beyond my comfort zone, and it left me breathless.

But here’s the thing about awe-inspiring places: they don’t magically fix everything.

Heartbreak: The Toxic Ex

While Dubai was showing me the best of what the world could be, my ex was busy reminding me of what love shouldn’tbe. Sweet words? Nonexistent. Toxic behavior? Abundant. It was heartbreaking to realize that someone I had once cherished wasn’t just “not sweet”—they were harmful to my soul.

But 2024, you gave me the strength to let go. You taught me that self-respect isn’t negotiable and that sometimes walking away is the kindest thing you can do for yourself. So, here’s to the heartbreak that broke me open and made room for healing.

The Big Move: A New Job, A New Place, A New Hope

Oh, and let’s not forget you shipped me off to a new job and a new location. Thanks for the whiplash, pal. But you know what? That move came with a whole suitcase of fresh opportunities, challenges, and hope. It’s like you handed me a box labeled “growth,” wrapped in layers of stress and sprinkled with just enough magic to make it all worth it.

Starting over wasn’t easy, but you showed me that it’s possible to pack up your life and land somewhere new, even if it feels a little scary. You reminded me that every chapter is a chance to rewrite my story.

The Pain of Goodbye and the Joy of Hello

You also made me say goodbye to my best friends this year, 2024. Moving away from them felt like leaving behind pieces of my heart. Late-night talks, shared snacks, and the comfort of being known—all of it became memories instead of moments.

But you didn’t leave me friendless. You gave me new people—unexpected friendships that reminded me how resilient and open we can be when we try. They’ll never replace my old crew, but they’ve carved out their own space in my life.

Finding Myself Through Writing

And then, there was this blog. Starting it was like opening a door to a part of myself I didn’t know I’d lost. Every post was a tiny love letter to my own soul—a way to reconnect, reflect, and share my story with the world.

It wasn’t easy, though. Some days, writing felt like shouting into the void. But even on the toughest days, this blog gave me a purpose. It reminded me that creativity is a lifeline, and self-expression is healing.

The YouTube Dream That Didn’t Fly

Remember when I was going to be a YouTube star? Yeah, neither do I. That dream stayed on the runway this year, 2024. I had the ideas, the excitement, the plans—and then, poof. Life happened, and the dream just…sat there, waiting.

Was it fear? Laziness? Prioritizing other things? Probably a mix of all three. But hey, the dream is still there, and so am I.

Zen Mode? More Like Chaos Mode

And let’s not even talk about my quest for “zen.” Spoiler: I never found it. Meditation apps, yoga classes, journaling—it all felt like chasing a butterfly I could never quite catch. But I did find moments of peace, fleeting as they were. Maybe that’s enough for now.

Grace Marks for Trying

So, 2024, did you fail me, or did I fail you? Honestly, I don’t know. But here’s what I do know: we tried. We stood up after every crash landing. We cried, we laughed, we stumbled, and we kept going.

Today, I choose to pass us both. Not for perfection, but for persistence. For finding beauty in heartbreak, joy in new beginnings, and strength in every stumble.

Goodbye, 2024. You weren’t the year I dreamed of, but you were the year I lived. And for that, I’m grateful.

Cheers to the year that was,
~ Butter